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Time is an abyss –Profound as a thousand nights;I sojourn my haste, I make respitesFor what availeith this eager pace?One step more naught to face,Save the heirloom fatal kiss. I rave no more ‘gainst Time or Fate,For lo! my own shall ne’er come to me,Yet! – Who doth my future narrate?Dim the lights – I

"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.""There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,Men dementéd – blindfoldéd by light,Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths." "Might I too was blindfoldéd ere, "The quality of mercy and absolution,Tho’ years have master’d

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,Allow me thee to adown,Of any sort thou fancieth;Each holdeth its own fancy, I say –Yet the pleasure we partake inWas caus’d by the fang’d grin,Save!, do I for him anger hold?Nay – I knew I was fey!""Had I what it taketh I would do;I sense – I cannot

"Gaunt and gnarl’dReflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast,And with haste translateth to gild’d black post and fast.""Anon – anon, say I! – the lid aside,Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, "Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,‘Tis and hath e’er been merry blood

An artist is what is call’d the self that the brush holdeth –Though hath it then caringly caress’d the Canvas of to-morrow?,O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool – still! passionless it quivereth,Minding not that my hands are more than apt;My Muse, Where is hiddenThe blue-huéd arch’neath the High Heaven’s rich emblazonry,The flowery meadow,